When the second bowl of soup was finished, all the students' noses were red; after a cold night in an unprotected house, this meal felt like medicine. Maybe they couldn't think right now, but the other disciples who had come to the Near Circle before them and lost their clothes must have felt the same way.
When the bowls went and the large plates containing the pasta that came before them after they were cut into three different kinds of meat and boiled like sticks, they got rid of all the uneasiness they had carried on their back until that moment.
After drinking muddy water for months, perhaps years, to eat, what was in front of them was something they could no longer even see in their dreams. They focused only on the food with the salads that came before they could get over the surprise of this dish and the *ayran served with their foam on it.
